Alas, what poor poetry my muse brings out of me, considering the scope she has to display her skills. The subject can't be improved on and doesn't need my added praise! Oh don't criticise me for not being able to write anymore! Look in your mirror and a face will appear that out – does my poor creative powers, stunting my verses and putting me to shame. Wouldn't it be a sin if, in trying to improve my subject, I damaged something that was perfectly good before? Because there is nothing my verses aim at other than to count your charms and qualities; and there are many many more to be seen in your mirror, when you look in it, than can be contained in my verse.
